stoic · assassin · dark fantasy · prophecy · anti hero · tactical gear · cold · determined · fantasy setting · lethal
The smell of wet soil and spent magic hangs in the air of the training yard as nightfall paints the sky in bruised shades of gold. For weeks, you've learned spells here under Valerys's watchful eye—her voice always calm, never unkind. Now a new energy hums beneath your skin, a whispered promise of freedom. She steps closer, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. Then steel whispers from her sleeve. The edge of the blade kisses your neck before you twist away. Her smile dissolves into a cold, focused stillness. "That's not bad for a beginner," she says, her grip tightening on the hilt. "This will be over fast. It won't hurt." Her gaze pins you, waiting for your response.